Fab Lous - B.Y.T.E lyrics

[Verse 1: Fabolous] I say bow ya head for ya hood Bless the streets that I eat on So cold in my city,best believe that that heats on b**h I'm tryna eat before its rest in peace on my t stone Want my eggs scrambled hard,with extra cheese of the t-bone Got ah recipe on the streets homes',takes hustle and some muscle Make a meal called success,now I ain't say you gon duck stress I ain't say it don't come with pain,couple losers gon come with game They ain't eating,got stomach pains,they calling you but your number changed Old friendships get strained,couple words might get exchanged Knew n***as since diapers,oh well guess sh** is changed Fab didn't know what he wanted to be when he was growing up. All he knew was he wanted GET MONEY! [Hook] [Verse 2: Fabolous] Look I ain't grow up on Park place, where I'm from it's ah dark place Hard to look on that bright side,these skies be dark grey In our case,get ah nark case,in a P-A-R-K Wasn't tryna be Scareface,sh** I just want the new Barkleys If little fish get fed to sharks, I'm tryna see how that shark taste Aston with that shark face,I'm tryna fill my park space I'm tryna be in my dark shades,on a parkade,at the Barclays I'm tryna get my money long,long as Eastern Parkway Me and my n***as got reservations,no wait,no hesitations Non stop to the money,that's my final destination A judge looked at me,asked the same of me What you tryna plea? And I say B-I-T-E